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It always starts with a girl. That perfect girl. She was confident and assertive. She had amazing eyes and glowing skin. Her hair flowed like silk. Her figure was the stuff of Playboy magazines. She was the embodiment of femininity. She was perfect...if only she had been real.
For months now, she lived inside my head. Some weird kind of hallucination that steadily progressed to what I assumed would be a complete mental breakdown. She started as just a voice, a seductive one, that would call to me in the middle of the night. "Just a dream" is all I thought of it. Soon after I started seeing a silhouette of her pop up randomly. At first it was beyond terrifying. Haunted by a ghostly shadow that would appear out of nowhere after I shut off the lights or stood behind me while looked into a mirror. That was easily the most taxing part of my ordeal. Thankfully, it didn't last long. After a few days, my unseen visitor finally stepped into the light. No longer cloaked by shadows, all of her beauty was revealed and having her appear behind me in the mirror was now a moment of joy rather than terror. As I said before, she was blessed with the body of an 18 year old goddess. One who didn't believe in clothing, apparently. Her voice still plagued me at night. It was jumbled but slowly becoming clearer. I could never make it out and always awoke just before I had my "eureka!" moment and made sense of it all. It was all becoming routine to me. My descent into madness. Wake up to her voice. Early breakfast with naked hallucination. Work with her bouncy tits in the bathroom mirror. Shower while staring at her shaved pussy. Dinner alone, my only quiet time. Sleep and repeat. Two months had passed like this. Almost sixty full days. And just when I thought things had become stagnant, a breakup in the routine. "Serve me...." Her voice. It was as if all the static had finally been removed. One simple statement. One I could finally understand. It didn't stop there. Oh no. This little break from routine wasn't over yet. Hot, wet heat. I could feel it on my crotch. The soft, warm feeling of lips wrapped around my dick. Her eyes never left my crotch, never looked up to meet mine. She was on a mission. It was the first blowjob I'd received and it would be unforgettable. She bobbed and bobbed until I exploded inside her. She didn't fail at catching all of my cum in her mouth. Then, as if she were empowered by a genuine goddess, she moved up and straddled me. I felt her pussy snuggle up to my stomach, catching me off gaurd as she grabbed my wrists and flung then over my head. The strength she exerted was too much. Confident she had my body locked into position, she leaned forward and passionately kissed me, forcing her tongue down my throat. Then came the gushing torrent of cum. My cum. She had saved all of it and proceeded to give it a new home: my belly. I couldn't stop from swallowing. "You will serve me" and the salty aftertaste were my parting gifts as she vanished for the night. When I came to the next morning, I was overcome by nausea. It was such an uneasy feeling. It kept me so preoccupied that I hadn't noticed that my daily visit from my ghostly visitor never happened. "I wonder if chicks suffer like this when they suck their guys off?" I asked myself as I stared into my pale reflection in the bathroom mirror. I looked behind me....she wasn't there. Work was becoming too much of a burden and the clock only just struck noon. The nausea steadily increased in those few hours to the point that I couldn't bring myself to eat. "You will serve me" rang in my head as I ran into the bathroom again. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. My stomach was swelling at an alarming rate. I had no choice but to rush home. When I finally crossed the threshold to my sanctuary, I tore off my shirt and reeled at the horror. My stomach was huge and it felt as if it were still growing. "I look pregnant!!" I blurted out, almost laughing at the absurdity. Just then, a sinking feeling washed over me. "Am I pregnant?? Holy shit, I'm pregnant. How is this........UUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!" Pain was taking over as I clearly saw movement in my belly. Five minutes was all I could endure. Five minutes of tummy stretching pain and then blackness.
"She's waking up" a soft voice called out.
"How does everything look?" came a familiar voice.
"Perfect. Vitals are stable. Biology looks good. Genetic makeup is on point."
My eyes opened.
"Welcome back" was directed at me.
It was her. My ghost girl with the amazing blowjob skills. Ones that apparently end badly.
"Questions, right? I'm sure you have lots of them. None of that really matters at the moment. You are meant to serve me. Will you?"
I nod, approvingly, as if I had no will of my own.
"Good" she coos as her fingers trace the edges of my lips. "Get her setup. I need to put everything into its proper place for tomorrow".
"Tomorrow? Isn't that a little soon?" the soft voice replied.
"Don't have the luxury of time" her voice trailed off as she walked out.
"It's been a rough three days for you. You don't even realize what's happened to your body or where you are..."
I wanted to ask but my body failed me. No words could slip out.
"Give it a day, you'll be better tomorrow" she said as I was stabbed by a needle. Sleep followed seconds after.
I woke up in a much better state, save for the shackles which confined me the my new bed. The nausea was gone but the image of watching my abdomen go from average eater to nine months pregnant was still plaguing me. Thankfully, my head's movement hadn't been limited in any way. After some tugging with my locked hands and sinking my teeth into my blanket, I managed to expose myself to view.
I couldn't understand it. I couldn't fathom anything about the sight before me. There was no swollen stomach. No, not even close. It was firm, tight yet contradictingly soft and delicate. No, the only swelling I could see was in my chest. More specifically, the tits sitting on that chest. Rising, heaving as my breathing started getting heavier. I felt like passing out.
"Am I hyperventilating?? Do I hyperventilate?? This isn't real, how can it..."
I looked away from the flesh mountains that took up residence on my body. The ghost girl had returned to my bedside, the click-clack of her heels betraying any chance of her sneaking up on me.
"Questions?", she purred at me as she closed the distance between herself and my bed. Her hand went right to the straps around my wrist.
"A few", I managed to finally blurt out.
I froze the second the words escaped my lips. Seeing my shock, my ghostly captor swooped in to offer insight, delighting in the knowledge she had kept from me.
"The first time you hear your new voice, that's the moment you realize how complete the change is", she smiled.
There were lots of beeps and blips coming from my bed. She had moved her hand from my wrists to some sort of touchpad on the side. I could hear whirring and the gentle buzzing of gears as my bed began to move underneath me. The straps tightened. I was secured to the point where any movement other than breathing wasn't possible. My arms slowly moved above my head, my legs spread open. It was an examination table.
"I'm not like you. I was born with my gift of femininity. They just fine-tuned it. You...you, though, to be given this...I can't imagine a more incredible blessing". Her hands caressed the inside of my arms until her fingertips grazed my armpit. "It took so many years to get the process right. So many donors. So many lives lost securing the materials". Her hand clamped down on my new tit. "So soft...and perfect". Her grip loosened and tightened, kneading my flesh. Her thumb circled my areola as my already prominent nipple hardened. "We're related you know. Mother, daughter, sister. Choose whichever you like. My genetic makeup was taken from the queen we both serve. Same as you, every part of my body was altered using her coding. There were some extra steps with you though. You're not from this world, this reality. We had to find a way to anchor you here, before we could begin. So I harvested one of my eggs and implanted it in you. Complex life has trouble crossing dimensions. It's almost impossible. But, something simpler, like an egg" she said as she moved her hands down to her crotch, "has an exponentially higher survival rate".
She stared into my eyes as she withdrew her hands from my chest.
"The egg nestled inside you, almost as if you knew all along what its intent was. And when our queen forced you to swallow all of that cum that you so eagerly provided her, you sealed your fate. You impregnated yourself, with yourself. The egg, now fertilized, let you give birth to the new you, in our world."
Her glare was serious and stern. There was no "gotcha!" or "just kidding" that would be following. I gave birth to a female version of myself.
"You're saying that I was pregnant with my own body?? And I got pregnant because a queen, that looks exactly like you, gave me a blowjob and forced my sperm down my throat?? And this culminated in an inter dimensional self birth??"
I laughed, she didn't.
"Our queen doesn't look exactly us. We each have identifying birthmarks" she sneered.
"We?" I said puzzled.
"All of us. Five in total, counting yourself", she smiled. "All made with the same DNA. All meant to look exactly like her." Her hand was now tracing invisible lines on my inner thigh. "Royal gaurd. The elite. Her majesty's queens. They have so many different names for us. No one, save for us, knows the truth about our appearance or where we really come from."
"All inter dimensional travelers?"
"Not the wording I would use, but close enough. We serve her, protect her, love her. In return, she does the same. You'll be given a mask and uniform. No one is to see your face while you're on...duty. No one gets to know who you really are. Our queen is close to seven thousand years old. When people think of her, they expect to be confronted by a withered hag, not the little sex-kittens we embody."
"This is too much. Seven thousand? And I'm a sex-kitten? From another world, no less! And I'll get a uniform to serve my magical queen! Joy!"
"You're not helping," she said as she pulled her hands back from my spread legs. "Let it sink in. All of it. You know it's true. You've seen part of your new body. You experienced the pregnancy," she added as the bed began shifting again.
I felt the weight of my tits shift as the bed maneuvered me into a standing position. I finally came face to face with the new me, confronted by a giant mirrored wall. I was her. The ghostly girl. My captor. I was her twin. Long, brunette locks. Beautiful, soft face. Piercing green eyes. Dick sucker lips. Tight, supple body. Long, silky legs. Perfectly smooth pussy. Hips that would undoubtedly sway in the most delightful ways while walking. And tits. E cups. Firm yet fleshy. They jiggled as the bed moved. Proud nipples stood atop the mounds, begging for attention. Large areola tucked underneath them. I was indeed a sex-kitten.
She smiled with an immense sense of satisfaction, knowing that I had realized the truth in her words. The click-clack of her heels picked up as she shuffled around the room. It didn't die down until she found her prize, producing a large bore needle from a cabinet. I watched her intently when I could, but was easily distracted by the heaving of my chest as I watched my tits move with my labored breathing. They fascinated me so deeply. It wasn't until I was stabbed in the back of the head did I fully snap out of my trance.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh", my seductive voice rang out as tears formed in my smoldering new eyes. "Uughhh, my....my....head", I barely stammered out.
I felt her push the needle in further. My vision flooded with colors, lines and swirls. "Don't be a baby about this" as she gave it one last thrust. My vision left me all together as my head became overwhelmed with pain. She pushed the plunger down releasing something inside of me. My head was swimming.
"That's it. That's it" she purred. "Just a little kick to help you out," she whispered as the needle was withdrawn.
"Growing new bodies has become fairly easy with the technology we've acquired. With enough genetic material and a donated egg, we get our little miracles." My vision returned. "What we can't create is life. The soul, spirit, however you want to phrase it. We manufacture husks. That's why our world has long abandoned the technology. No one counted on us finding the gateway", she rambled on.
"It was a window that let us witness so many amazing things. Eventually, it became more than that. We discovered that we could interact with those windows. On top of that, it let us create the one thing we had failed at so many times before. Life. Every experiment we had run before, incubating clones of our queen had failed. But when we fertilized an egg with life outside of our world, allowing it to grow while being modified in our baths, miracles finally happened." Her hand was clasped around my tit again.
"Even with that breakthrough, we haven't had many successes. The window doesn't open often," her hand sliding down my stomach. "Sometimes the fertilization doesn't take hold", her hand was at my pussy, circling the smooth skin my pubic hair would've been. "Sometimes they don't make it through the window alive", her fingers were slowly moving over my new lower lips. "Sometimes, the cocktail I injected you with melts their brain", her fingers pushed their way inside me.
"What??" I screamed, half in terror, half in ecstasy.
"Yep. You should be fine though. It's been several minutes. It eats away small portions of your brain and replaces it with cells of my own design. We can't grow a mind, but I can alter one quite well." Her fingers were pumping into me at a steady pace.
"You'll remember things that you wouldn't have ever done before. You'll be less inhibited to do the things that we need you to do." She found my clit.
"Uhhhh, uhhhhhh, uhhhh. Don't....stop. Fuck."
"You're one of us now. One....of....us....", she labored out as she brought me to climax.
"FFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. That felt....so....good", I belted out as she undid my restraints.
"Glad you enjoyed it, baby sis", she cooed as she helped me stand.
I was her daughter. My egg came from her. Yet we have the same genetic makeup, making me her identical twin sister. I was also my own father here. One incredible blowjob and I was knocked up. It made my head spin.
My ghostly girl helped bring me to a very luxurious looking bedroom. The walk felt as if it took years. I wasn't sure if that was due to the first orgasm my incestuous sister gave me, the fatigue from having just been born and thrown across dimensions or the embarrassment of being paraded down endless hallways with nothing on. I figured it wasn't the latter though. With a body like mine, you want people to take it all in. Besides that, there wasn't a single person around to witness my journey.
I rested a bit. Waking up and realizing I hadn't dreamed any of this made me feel very uneasy. They brought me here with no small amount of trouble. They put things in my head and renovated my body, top to bottom. What exactly was it that they wanted me to do? Why was I here? I stared and stared at my bedroom's lilac walls, half expecting them to speak. Silence. The other shoe has to drop.